He even knows how to go four-wheeling with his mommy!
Like all four-year-olds, Malcolm is as sharp as a tack. If it is 3:00 and you tell him that you’ll play a game with him in five minutes, you can bet your sweet bippy that he will come trotting up at 3:05 to remind you of your obligations. He can tell you which game of a three game series against the Cardinals last month the Giants lost 5-1. He remembers whether you told him earlier that he didn’t need to take a bath that day and can tell if you are in the kitchen eating chips (even if you try to eat them really, really quietly.) The kid knows a lot.
I am just glad that there is a lot of stuff he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know that the Wheat Chex he loves so dearly have no chocolate in them, despite their dark brown appearance.
He doesn’t know that I sometimes let him tag me out when we play baseball. Also, I can throw my fastball much faster than I’ll let on.
I am pretty sure that he doesn’t know that most of the time when I lock the door in the bathroom, I am just hiding from him.
He doesn’t know that after he goes to bed, we have popcorn, and sometimes ice cream!
He doesn’t know that play dates are often more for the parent’s sake than they are for the kids.
He doesn’t know that there are video games out there where you can be a ninja, a sharpshooter, or even Pablo Sandoballs. (As far as he knows, the entire video game universe consists of boggle, scrabble and game called “The Kindergarten Game.” I’m going to keep it that way as long as I can!)
He doesn’t understand how easy it would be for him to reach his goodie bag (filled with candy, chocolates etc. and reserved for semi-special occasions) while I have myself locked up in the bathroom.
He doesn’t yet know how bad my taste in music is. For now, he assumes everyone listens to Weird Al.
Lastly, he is beginning to learn how to read, but I am super-stoked that he doesn’t know how to get to this blog. I think he might get upset at some of the content around here.
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Bad day Paul? No bad language,nothing politically incorrect?
However I still loved it,and yes one day he will find this blog and hate you………… unless you publish the book first and he elevates you to supercool and everything is OK with him
I can’t be a dirt bag every day!!!
Dylan still doesn’t know that after she goes to bed we bring in an armload of puppies and snort coke from their cute little chests. See what I did there? I combined themes from your last two blogs. Brilliant? Yes.
Why stop at the last two? I am sure that if you weren’t so lazy you could have done a few weeks worth.
just wait until he starts reading what you have recorded on the DVR.
Trying explaining VH1′s “Top 10 MILFs”.